Asking them to participate in NNN! (nsfw)
incl: 7 demon brothers + barbatos & solomon
a/n: since November is basically over by the time I finally made this, who are we thinking definitely lost the challenge? cause I have ZERO faith in any of them.. .mammon def lost on day 1
"I love you so much my dear... this is my last goodbyeâ"
"quit being dramatic it's just a flu"
simple cough and cold, with a little fever that would subside after a few days of bitter medicine and rest. this man right here acts as if he is dying. so dramatic that even shakespeare would fail.
you plop the cold towel on his forehead after wringing it, a thermometer loosely dangling from his mouth, either from tiredness or to emphasize his condition...or maybe both.
he blinks at you with dazed eyes, glossed over from fever. "it really hurts everywhere..." he says with a raspy and hoarse voice, coughing after. you sigh "I know, honey but this is the best for flu okay? here take your medicine" "ugh"
it was a cup of greenish liquid with origins you both knew and trusted. but still, the strong and bitter taste cringed the soul out of him "I can't believe they make us patients take these blegh.."
you let out a chuckle at his childlike antics. he may be composed or stoic in broad daylight, but when it's just you two or when he's sick, he IS going to act like so and hope you pamper him. afterall, even men deserve some princess treatment.
"lay down now, I'll heat up the porridge" yoh pressed a kiss to his forehead, stray strands of hair sticking from the sweat due to fever. "you shouldn't kiss me like that..." he gazed at you with bleary eyes "you'll get sick and catch my cold dear..."
with a final kiss to his cheek, "then you won't be alone"
Š 2024 maopll. do not copy, repost or modify my work in any form
The brothers experience fear of missing out for the first time
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Every time you have to spend time in the human world, the demon brothers suffer. Not only do they have a very limited amount of time to talk to you through the day, but they have to come to terms with the fact that they won't know everything that happens in your life.
And Solomon loves to take advantage of that. He doesn't get to spend much time with you when you're in the devildom, after all!
So, when you return back to Hell, he rubs it in their face.
One instance, for example, was when you were telling Asmo and Mammon about a concert you went to.
"Oh! I saw your Instagram post about that!" He would say, knowing that would make them jealous. Why does he get to see your posts but they don't? It's unfair!
Or that other time when you were telling Satan about a trend going around the human world regarding cats.
"You sent me plenty of those Tiktoks! I must say, they were so cute!" And you could feel Satan's glare, even if it wasn't directed at you.
He even managed to piss off Beel, mentioning new restaurants you guys went to together!
But the most surprising of all, was Lucifer. He was the turning point.
How dare you not tell Lucifer that the Orchestra he loves went to your country? How dare you not send him a video? How dare you invite that shady sorcerer along and not Lucifer?
It wasn't your fault technically, Solomon had bought the tickets!
And so, they all joined forces to make a formal request to Diavolo. They wanted access to human world apps through the D.D.D.
And surely enough, a few weeks later, all of them began following your social media.
A/n: headers credit to @uzmacchiato.
Yet another post about Solomon pissing the brothers off, I hope you guys like it!
With a fem!MC that is attracted to their true forms
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)
Setting: friends with feelings
Part 1 (context fic) , Part 2 (introduction + older brothers) , Part 3 (younger brothers)
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C/W: MENTIONS of size kink, manhandling, inappropiate use of portals (glory holes lmao, I feel filthy writing that), jealousy, sensory depravation
A/N: This part in general is tamer than the others, but Solomon's and Simeon's are even tamer because they got SO LONG. Simeon's is 888 words, which I find interesting
Diavolo learnt from your erotic interest in demonic traits out of Luciferâs drunken mouth.
They were deep in their third bottle of Demonus, stammering about who knows what already, when his friend finally decided to comment on what had been going on in the House of Lamentation, face covered in a nice flush and eyes closed, reliving the memories.
To say that Diavolo was immediately filled with jealousy is an understatement.Â
Mind you, he had always been jealous of the brothers in general, but it was mostly of their childishness and the freedom that allowed them to be occasionally immature. Lately, though, his thoughts had been completely interrupted by the constant reminder of how close the relationship between you all is, and how theyâre able to be and coexist with you, and share your time and your space equally.
So to suddenly hear his best friend dreamily explain the shift in your relationship? To be forced to imagine the charged stares and the desperate, exploring touches? There was nothing he could do but flash a practiced, PR approved, grin and hum every now and then for the rest of their hangout.
And there was nothing else he could think about ever since then, especially if he happened to cross paths with you at RAD.
He notices now, more than ever, the differences between you two. In his opinion, your humanity has always been one of your most attractive features: the strength to be kind and forgiving, the finality in your decisions, which gives significance to your mortal life; the free will to give every silly thing a meaning... Itâs very intriguing, and he never felt any shame declaring how much he loved them, even if it isnât in his nature to fully understand it.
However, your humanity has taken a different connotation lately.
SeeâŚ
You are so, so small.
How didnât he notice before? How didnât he notice just how much bigger than you he is? Nevermind the average height and weight for a human woman, he still gets to surpass you in every way; making you tilt your head up to maintain eye contact, granting you permission to use his body as a cover if you wish to hide from the brothersâ demands, and even engulfing your hand in his whenever he manages to score a dance with you at parties.
He is sure he could just⌠manoeuvre you around without using that much force. Hug the curves of your waist with a single hand to pull you closer until he canât differentiate your heat from his and set the pace with nothing but the muscles in his arms and your compliance; shield you from the outside world with his body alone and let you scratch your impatience away on his back; open your legs with the width of his horns and stay there as long as he pleases, drenching his sheets in drool and everything your body can offer.
He may control himself against temptation better than any other demon (he is set to be king, after all), but he is still a demon. Heâll take you with him to madness. Heâll take you to a blubbering mess. Heâll take you.
Obviously, he had previously noticed you staring at him, but heâd thought it was sheer interest and fascination. A human admiring a sinful creature with curiosity.
Now that youâre alone with him in his office, though, he notices that youâre not wearing pantyhose under the uniform skirt: youâre wearing thigh stockings. The elastic looks uncomfortable on your skin, but all heâs seeing is the fat tissue protruding ever so slightly, begging his fingers to dug in and squeeze.
He wonders, once he finally looks up and finds your waiting gaze, how didnât he notice you flirting with him all along.
Barbatos was present when Lucifer got to the point of no return and openly confessed his addiction to your body, so he does, too, now, observe you in ways he never did before.
Suffice to say, heâs mostly amused about the whole situation.
While a demonâs appearance is meant to fit the beauty standards of the human realm, innocent souls will sometimes contain an unfiltered urge to be intimate with true monsters. Horns, wings and tails are the standard, but succubi and incubiâs official reports have described fur, size differences, fanged mouths with serpentine tongues, clawed paws, tentacles, and, amongst many others, modified genitalia.
As a friend, youâll need to forgive him, but, as a demon, itâs impossible not to wonder which one of those fantasies is the one that keeps you awake at night. Do you get aroused with the idea of feeling dwarfed by your partner, like you would with the Young Lord? Is it exciting to ignore fear and show your bare body to Beelzebubâs drooling mouth? Or perhaps youâre one of those people who thinks Levi shares more with snakes than he does with humans?
For the sake of decency and his own politeness, he wonât discuss any of this with you (although since the brothers discovered everything on accident to begin with and Lucifer was drunk when he spilled his guts, Barbatos has no business knowing anything anyway). Heâll keep your friendship untainted, and only tease you ever so subtly; enough to raise a bit of suspicion, but not to directly ask him about it, like standing right behind you when thereâs a crowd and letting his breath kiss your nape.
Of course, he is also curious about what could you possibly find attractive about him specifically, given that heâs a peculiar demon, but he fears the answer would be disappointing. He has no horns on his head, but bony, feeble wings instead, and although his forked tail may look seducing at first, it isnât that much comfortable to play with; itâs wet to the touch and incredibly sensitive, but not in a good way.
It doesnât even occur to him that your attraction towards demons could expand beyond scales, horns and pointy wings.
He doesnât consider that idea until heâs opening a portal to the human realm for you to visit your loved ones and you suddenly stop to take one long look at him, at the buzzing edges of the portal and the rigid, yet precise position of his fingers: the three longest stuck together in the air. He looks at you back, perplexed, but youâre only grinning coyly at whateverâs crossing your mind.
âSo you can open portals to anywhere you want, right?â you ask, slowly crossing the glossy magical entrance with one hand, as if tasting the feeling on your naked skin. The observation catches his interest, and he nods with a cautious smile. âNo matter the size of the space?â
Your breath hitches for just a second after you ask the question, but itâs enough to alter his breath as well. His mind stumbles to go wherever youâre thinking, ultimately failing, and the portal falters almost imperceptibly on the process.
âAs long as my hand can pass, I supposeâ he ends up saying, trying to maintain his composure. However, you lighten up at his words, and the realization of what youâre actually asking hits him like a train. He notices himself gasp and flush, but doesnât say anything else, wishing to see how far youâll go with your curiosity.
âAnd you can open the portal on any surface?â you keep on asking, taking a step closer in a nonchalant manner despite the implied filth coming out of your mouth. âSay⌠on cloth?â His imagination pushes him to lower his gaze, directly towards your hips, and you sway them playfully in response.
âIâve never had a valid reason to open such a portal; besides, Iâm afraid Lord Diavolo needs to grant me permission to use my powersâ he reminds you, and the slight disappointment in your expression doesnât escape him. Heâd be lying if he said he doesnât feel it too.
Sadly, you leave after that, blowing him a kiss before disappearing through the portal, but your suggestion remains with him for longer than heâd ever admit out loud to anyone other than you.
He canât ask the Young Lord permission for something like that, can he? Something so frivolous and selfish, and so out of character from him. And even if he gets said permission, he canât go and open a portal in your⌠underwear! Without letting you know, no less!
He just canâtâŚ
âŚcan he?
Seeing hickeys covering the smoothness of Asmoâs neck and clavicles shouldnât have raised any interest in him. To be clear: it wouldnât have done so at any other point in time or in any other context, but he isnât called Solomon the Wise for nothing. He is observant; and observe he did.
He isnât the only one whoâs shamelessly infatuated with you (he wasnât even the first one to reach that point of attraction), so seeing Asmo and his brothers scramble their way into impressing you or getting your attention lost its amusing factor pretty early on. It was still fun to witness sometimes, donât get him wrong, but there were times when he couldnât help but see himself in their hopeless faces, wondering when youâd see their feelings, or if youâd ever see them at all.
And if you were so oblivious to your roommates, then how would you ever notice your teacher, who found it so hard to hang out with you?
Besides, watching the brothers monopolize your time so easily always sent a wave of something awful and wicked through his body. Not only did they live with you, but they also shared meals and even beds on occasion; would it kill them to let you go for a few hours during classes?
Sadly, there would be no comfort for his jealousy other than your undivided presence; and since there was no way heâd get you alone with him any time soonâŚ
Yeah, heâd rather observe just you and ignore the rest.
And, lately, heâs found various discriminating changes.
Ha saw a flustered expression where there used to be none, longing stares under your eyelashes that could burn a man alive, sinuous shapes in the movement of your hips comparable to Asmodeusâs hypnotizing charm, an extra open button above your breasts, remains of a masculine scent trailing behind you, hands disappearing under your desk whenever you sat next to one of the brothersâŚ
Hickeys on Asmoâs skin.
Solomon is wise and observant, and heâs quick to learn. He knows how to put two and two together.
So another change takes place.
It comes out of nowhere, and it gets on your nerves extremely quickly.
Your sharp-witted, mysterious teacher, one of the most powerful sorcerers in the three realms, suddenly starts to just⌠sigh really loudly around you. Like an abandoned dog or a female lead in one of those cloyingly romantic novels, your demon-like human friend became annoying and dramatic very out of the blue.
Now, whenever you go to his lab for scheduled lessons, he sits by the windows and stares at the streets with what you suspect is forced heartbreak. If you have lunch with him and any of the brothers and you let them feed you, he sighs obnoxiously, until whoever is trying to be romantic with you drops the fork and side-eyes him.
He doesnât look amused; he doesnât look truly sad⌠Itâs almost like defeat.
Curiosity is killing you by the time you reach Purgatory Hall, and it gives you a reason not to feel deranged when you pound on the door repeatedly. Simeon and Luke arenât home anyway (you made sure of that), and it isnât like they have any neighbours, so youâd only be bothering Solomon, which, depending on why heâs been acting like a Victorian widow, he probably deserves or not. Â
Of course, once he opens the door, he sighs pitifully and drops his gaze, which is enough for you to push him back inside and close the door behind you; no regrets.
You expect him to act in an even more melodramatic manner in response, maybe surprised or hurt, but he seems elated. Heâs breathing heavily, showing a wide grin that doesnât match his previous behaviour, while grabbing your wrist to keep your hand on his chest.
He says heâs been lonely, left behind, feeling at a disadvantage; but now youâre alone with him, in his house. Thereâs no one to take you away from him, no one to demand your attention and no one for him to fight for your affections. He may not be a demon, but he never needed to be one. Do you know how much he can do with magic? He can soundproof the room, take away your senses until thereâs nothing else to feel but his touch, silence you, bound you⌠Hell, he can lend you his powers again and let you put him at your mercy.
Heâll let you do anything as long as itâs just you and him.
He wonât let the brothers get in the way.
Simeon is at a loss of words. He doesnât know whatâs happening and he isnât sure if he wants to know.
Ever since he first met you, the unresolved feelings between you and the brothers had been a well-known secret; something everyone was aware of, but didnât dare say out loud. Watching you be kind, patient and courageous in the Devildom, only to receive their hopeless pinning in response, had become something as natural as breathing air or sleeping. It was endearing, and maybe a bit embarrassing to watch on occasion, but it simply was.
Perhaps it was natural for the brothers, too, to feel that way. The last time he saw them so happy and satisfied in their lives was back when they were all angels, before the war and their sisterâs death. Her loss left them broken and bitter, and, although you clearly arenât a substitute sister for them to cope, your presence has made an obvious impact in their lives.
And Simeon can understand that.
He can see you have a good soul, and your determination to remain close to your humanity in the world you were thrown to was a key element in your success during the school year. Youâre brave and you stand your ground, but you donât go looking for brawls, or at least he hopes you donât, and you defend the weak when theyâre vulnerable. Levi wasnât far off when he began naming you Henry; you are a hero.
Of course he can understand how his former brothers fell in love with you.
What he doesnât understand is exactly when everything started to change.
They still long for you, that much is obvious, but theyâre so much bolder now, and it looks like you reciprocate their advances. They whisper in your ear when thereâs no need for silence, and you scoop closer; you play with their hands during long lectures, and they play with your hair in return. Even Lucifer, who cares about appearances more than anyone, once got close enough to speak directly against your lips, and whatever he said to you at the moment was too tantalizing for you not to close the distance and pull him into an empty classroom. There was no one in the halls, sure, but still.
Embarrassingly enough, Simeon left wishing to hear what was said, although he had a vague idea.
He tried asking Lucifer himself about it, but he got defensive. The only thing he said, albeit arrogantly, was that you liked him as a demon, and anything else between you was none of Simeonâs business, which was a fair thing to say, he must admit.
However, seeing both the carnal desperation in your eyes and you seizing the opportunity to satisfy it, really did change something in him.
And since he canât really control himself when it comes to you, he goes ahead and asks you directly, taking advantage of a free evening where Luke is with Barbatos and Solomon is with Asmo.
He starts the conversation with pure curiosity, asking whether or not youâre finally dating his former brother. He saw you kissing at RAD, so thereâs definitely something between you, right? He just wants to know; as a friend, obviously. He only wants the best for you, and seeing Lucifer happy after such a long time brings peace to his heart.
You chuckle at that, however, and thatâs when you explain what actually happened since the very beginning. The otome game ad, the flirtatious ambience in the House of Lamentation, the tension finally breaking between you and the brothers⌠You look embarrassed talking about everything out loud, but thereâs a softer edge in your voice; something appreciative seeping through the incriminating words. Â
You thank him for his understanding, and he feels his cheeks get warm.
Then you subtly change the subject, and it becomes obvious to him that your shame got lost amongst the demons a long time ago.
âHey, I just realized Iâve never seen your angel formâ you say; and it could be such an interesting, innocent concept to talk about if not for what brought him to invite you for tea in the first place.
He has an angel form, which he rarely displays. He has wings and a halo, and a golden armour that would leave you blind, but he isnât particularly proud of it. Back then, when he was a seraph, he used to have multiple sets of wings and infinite eyes hidden under the feathers. He was monstrous, and glorious, and eternal.
He failed then, and it cost him his position in the hierarchy.
If he sinned⌠If he fell to temptationâŚ
He stops himself, trying not to think about the darkness in your eyes when you kissed Lucifer in the hallway, or about your shoe riling up the hem of his pants right now. He tries not to think about his infinite eyes, who wouldnât have let you go out of his sight. Forever under his attention, would you have felt overwhelmed?
You overwhelm him.
Youâd make a fallen angel look majestic.
He tries not to think about it, but, in the end⌠he knows itâs worth it.
content -- Aphrodisiacs, afab!reader, unprotected sex, implied that Lucifer is the only one affected, pet names (sweetheart, love, etc.), brief cockwarming
âĽď¸ âlucifer
Lucifer was going to kill Leviathan later, and furthermore, he was going to suspend his younger brotherâs access to Akuzan. Heâd never understand Leviâs fascination with buying utterly ridiculous and or useless things for it was such a waste of money. After all, it was Leviâs odd spending habits that had the eldest brother in his current unfortunate predicament.
âSeven hellsââ Lucifer swears under his breath.
He buries his face into your shoulder, heaving heavily. Though he tried his best to fight it and remain composed, ever the prideful demon, the effects of the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup were just far too powerful. Desire made his body burn. His head was starting to feel foggy and with all the blood rushing south, he felt dizzy.
âY/nââ your name on his tongue sounds like a silent plea.
âLucifer, let me help you,â you say as you climb into his lap. You let your hips rock against his, feeling the thick bulge of his erection press against your cunt, eliciting a low moan from the demon. His body works against him, grinding up against you on its own accord, the friction doing little to soothe the ache he felt for you. You trace your hand down his chest, slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt when he stops you.
âThe only way to quell the syrupâs effects⌠is by completingâŚâ Lucifer groans, letting out a shaky breath before continuing, âan order given by the one the demon has a pact with.â
âThen Luciferââ you pull the demon close by his necktie. You note the way his eyes flicker downward toward your lips before back at your eyes. He swallows thickly, face growing more and more red. âFuck me until you get it out of your system. That's an order.â
And comply to the order he does.
Under the effects of the aphrodisiac, every thing feels different.
An intensity that prickles every nerve in his body making him that much more sensitive when he finally slides his leaky cock through your gummy walls. Everything about you was intoxicating, from how your cunt dripped with your own arousal to your needy moans that further stirred up the desire pooling within his core.
"Lucifer!" You whimper. Feeling the swell of his cock fill you to the brim had your toes curling. It's as if the aphrodisiac made him suddenly bigger, so deep you were on the verge of seeing stars.
"This--ugh, fuck," Lucifer swears. His hips snap against yours, setting an unforgiving pace that makes the bed creak in response. And for once, his carefully maintained composure begins to break down. "Fuck, feels so good," the demon groans. Your walls flutter around him, making him hiss through his teeth. His body falters, cock throbbing. "Shit--hah--Scratch that you feel absolutely divine, and I'm going to ravish every inch of you."
âĽď¸ âsatan
It was an accident. Satan truly didn't mean for you to get wrapped up in this mess. It was only a slight error in the incantation, but it had been drastic enough that it turned a simple charm into a full scale aphrodisiac, which lead to your current predicament.
âFuckâhahâsorry sweetheart,â Satan pants, groaning at the way you clench around him while seated in his lap. âDidnât mean for this to happen." His hands roam your body, gripping your hips as he tried to ground himself. You tremble at his touch, gasps leaving your lips.
"I-it's okay," you stammer. "It was an accident."
It was almost painful how hard he got so quickly from the spell. Lust clouded his mind in an instant, and his clothes became so restrictive that he couldn't think of anything besides taking them off and feeling your sweet pussy. There was no fighting it, as the more he tried to suppress his desires, the stronger it burned through his body until he was sure he would cum his pants from the thought of you alone.
The spell however seemed to have as equal as an effect on you, and it boasted the prideful demon's ego to find you wet and aching for him when he took your panties off.
"L-let me read the book to see if there's a way to dispel--" He chokes on his words as a wave of pleasure races through his veins. His hips jerk up. Fuck, how he wanted to move. He thought cockwarming would just be enough, but so far it hadn't sedated any his need for you. If anything, being nestled within your gooey walls made the heat in his stomach burn more.
"Satan, please," you babble. Satan stands from his chair, sloppily pressing his lips against yours in a needy kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist in attempts to force his cock deeper, making Satan groan at the erotic squelch as your pussy clings to him. "S'not enough. Need more of you."
"You need more?" The demon chuckles.
His nails dig into your thighs, your bodies pressed flush against each other as Satan has you held against the book shelf in his room, dragging his cock in and out of your wet cunt teasingly slow. The sweltering heat soaked through your bones, making every nerve in your body stand on edge and your sensitive nipples pebble into stiff peaks which Satan playfully toys with until you're shivering from desire.
"Well," Satan muses, "likely, the only way to mitigate the spell's effects is for it to run through our systems. So, please indulge me for a bit, love."
âĽď¸ âsolomon
âI-it appears the potion was more potent than I thought,â Solomon chuckles breathlessly. Red flushed his cheeks. His body already began feeling the potionâs effects, sending heat coursing through him. âH-how are you feeling love?â
âO-okayâŚâ you stammer. Electricity spread through your entire nervous system pooling all in the middle of your legs, making you grow antsy and needy. The beat of your heart continued to quicken, leaving you breathless as desire lidded your eyes with lust. "It feels strange."
The two of you had decided to take an aphrodisiac together, just for the fun of changing things up. Solomon found a potion recipe in one of his old spell books, but the concoction turned out to be rather strong. Its effects were almost instant.
"Don't be nervous," Solomon reassures. He carefully lays you down into the plush pillows of your shared bed, laying down next to you. "I've got you."
His rough palms skim up your waist, gently squeezing your skin in what meant to be comforting, but only sent prickles through your sensitive body. Wrapping his arms around your midsection, Solomon pulls you into his chest allowing him ample access to your naked folds.
"Solomon~" you moan, keening against his touch. Solomon groans as you press against his stiff cock, it leaking beads of precum. He trails kisses down the side of your neck, sucking and abusing your collarbone while his fingers tease the folds of your cunt, collecting your wetness on them. He spreads your legs wider to allow two digits to prod your entrance.
"You feel so soft," Solomon mumbles. He pressed his fingers deeper, curling them slightly until they touch where youâre most sensitive. You gasp, back arching as a low string of whines leaves your lips. His thumb finds your clit, tracing the nerves with slow, tantalizing movements that have you seeing stars.
"Solomon, please," you whine. "I need you so badly." Solomon grins, smiling against your shoulder as you grind back against his cock.
"I-like seeing you needy like this," he chuckles. Lifting up one of your legs, he eases his cock into your cunt, groaning as he slips through with ease. The feeling of your tight hole finally clamping around him made Solomon want to cum again on the spot. Did you always feel this good or was it just the aphrodisiac making his cock feel more sensitive?
You whimper as Solomon pulls your leg back further. His hips thrust upward, fucking into you deeper. "Don't stop now," the sorcerer teases. "Keep begging. I want to hear how much you need my cock."
pairings: the brothers/Reader, Diavolo/Reader, Solomon/Reader (can be interpreted as platonic or romantic)
summary: Youâre sorting through paperwork with Lucifer when you accidentally slide your fingertip against the corner of a page. âOw,â you say instinctually, more out of reflex than genuine pain.
âAre you alright?â Lucifer asks, looking up from his papers for the first time since you started this task.
âOh, yeah,â you wave his concern off. âJust got a paper cut.â
âA paper cut,â Lucifer repeats with bemusement and skepticism. âYou got hurt by a piece of paper,â he says incredulously.
The demon brothers learn a valuable lesson as they grow to include you in their lives: humans are very strange.
word count: 3.3k | ao3 version
warnings: mentions of sickness, medical care, injury.
I know demons are virtually the same as humans canonically, but Iâve always wanted to explore the brothersâ reactions to human things MC does, whether itâs a sneeze or a bruise or getting sick⌠And, well, here we are.
This wonât be canon compliant. This is set to take place sometime after Episode 15 and all seven brothers are included. The readerâs race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used**. Thereâs one bit where theyâre stated to wear glasses & another where they had braces and currently wear retainers. But I feel like thatâs a pretty easy thing to imagine, so⌠yeah!
**The reader is referred to with it/its pronouns once in Belphegor's snippetâskip reading it if it bothers you. i use these pronouns so i wrote that mostly for me đ¤
âDarling, what is that ghastly thing?â Asmodeus asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.Â
âWhat thing?â you frown. The two of you are sitting in his bedroom, sprawled across his bed as you talk about stupid things. Asmodeus had been ranting about something when his eyes locked on something near you with startling focus.Â
âThis!â he says, pointing at your forearm.Â
You follow his gaze, finding a spot of slightly discolored skin halfway down your arm. âOh,â you say, âItâs just a bruise.âÂ
âA bruise?â Asmodeus repeats, his nose scrunched in confusion.Â
âYou know, a bruise,â you repeat. Thereâs nothing close to comprehension on his face. â...A contusion or whatever?â âŚStill nothing.
âIâve never heard of such a thing,â the demon frowns. âAnd wow, is it unsightly.â Asmodeus remarks, disgust passing over his face before intrigue takes over it. He leans over you, before proceeding to poke at your skin curiously. Â
âOw, Asmoââ you hiss, batting his hand away. You donât put much strength behind the gesture, but Asmodeus goes along with it anyway and removes his hand. Â
âIt hurts?â he then blinks owlishly.Â
âYes,â you say, letting your arm fall back to your side. Â
Asmodeus shakes his head in disbelief. âHumans are so weird.âÂ
Itâs late at night and you need to refill your glass of water. Youâre tiredly walking out to the kitchen when a sudden noise breaks through the silence.Â
âHey.â
You inhale sharply, fear coursing through you until you recognize the familiar voice. âHoly shit, Beel,â you murmur, placing your hand on your chest momentarily and squinting through the darkness. You can only see the general outline of his form. âYou scared me.â
âSorry,â Beelzebub says. You think he must be frowning now. Again, itâs difficult to tell. âI thought you saw me.â
âUmâŚâ you squint again. âNo.âÂ
âOops,â he says. You hear a light shuffling sound. âCan you see me now?â he asks.Â
You blink again. âSort of.â
Suddenly heâs standing right in front of you. You canât suppress a flinch this time, instinctually leaning backwards.Â
âBeel, stop thatâ!â you exclaim, nearly stumbling over yourself.Â
He sets you straight with a hand on your shoulder, a frown rising on his face. âYou canât see in the dark, then?â Beelzebub hums.
âNo,â you sigh. Itâs as if he didnât believe youâlike he had to test it for himself to make sure.Â
âHmph,â Beelzebub frowns again. Or, at least, it sounds like heâs frowning. âThatâs inconvenient.â
âI guess,â you concede.Â
âWhatâs wrong with your skin?â Belphegor asks you one morning, when the two of you are relaxing in his room.Â
âHm?â you blink, momentarily distracted from looking down at your D.D.D.
âYour skin,â he restates. âLook,â he demands, pointing down at your forearm. You follow the demonâs gaze, only to find goosebumps scattered across your skin.Â
âOh, those are just goosebumps,â you answer casually.Â
âGoose⌠bumps,â Belphegor repeats, his nose scrunched in evident revulsion.Â
âYeah,â you nod. âIâm not sure why theyâre called that, but they show up on your skin if you get too cold.â
âWell, stop being cold,â Belphegor orders, as if youâre inconveniencing him. He probably thinks you are, although itâs entirely out of your control. You hardly have a chance to react before youâre promptly pelted in the face with a sweatshirt. âHere.âÂ
âOof,â you say, peeling it off the crown of your head and putting it on. âThanks, Belphie.â
âShut up,â he murmurs. Thereâs a hint of pink rising on the back of his neck, as if heâs embarrassed. âStupid human. Canât even keep itself warm.â He huffs. You valiantly ignore the remark.Â
âWhy are there teeth in the bathroom?â Levi asks as he enters the room. And wow, what a way to make an entrance. Satan and you look over at Levi from where youâd been reading.Â
âWhat?â Satan blinks questioningly, clearly just as confused as you are.
âTeeth,â Levi repeats himself, âin the bathroom.âÂ
How he expects the same exact remark to make more sense, you have no idea. It takes you a few moments to connect the dots, but you do eventually. âOh!â you exclaim. âThose are just my retainers.â
âYour retainers,â Satan repeats. Thereâs a hint of sarcasm in his voice. âAnd what do they retain, exactly?â he asks sardonically. You scoff.Â
âMy teeth,â you respond. âObviously,â you add, if only to combat his sarcasm.Â
âSo⌠what do you do with them?â Levi asks curiously, tilting his head as he looks at you.Â
âI wear them every night when I sleep,â you explain. âTheyâre supposed to prevent my teeth from shifting.â
âYour teeth shift?â Satan exclaims incredulously. âYou mean they can move?âÂ
âUmâ yes,â you respond. âHuman teeth always move, even after a person has braces.â
âWhat are braces?â Levi demands.Â
âTheyâre metal brackets that an orthodontist puts on your teeth when theyâre crooked. They guide the teeth into a more neat shape.âÂ
âIâm convinced you just made that up,â Satan says helpfully.Â
You roll your eyes. âI had braces. But since my teeth can still move, I have to wear the retainers.â
âFor how long?â Levi blinks.Â
âThe rest of my life.â
Satan whistles. âThat sucks.â
You shrug amicably.Â
âAnd I thought normies were weird,â Levi huffs. âBut humans are even weirder.â
âHey, wait: howâd you even see my retainers in the first place?â you realize aloud. âI always keep them in a case⌠in a drawer.â You wouldnât just leave them on the counterâthat would be pretty unsanitary.Â
As if caught in a lie, Levi freezes and quickly bolts away. âGotta go shower, byeâ!â he says, slamming the bathroom door shut with more force than necessary.Â
You stare after him in disbelief, an incredulous laugh bubbling up from your throat.Â
âHe was just curious,â Satan explains with a shrug. âNot that I blame him. Do your teeth truly keep growing?â
âNot growing, necessarily,â you contemplate. âBabies are born with baby teeth. Then, as you get older, you lose your baby teeth as your adult teeth grow in.â
âThatâs similar to demons,â Satan confirms.Â
âOur teeth eventually stop growing, but they can shift and move still,â you clarify.Â
Satan shakes his head in annoyed disbelief. âHumans are truly an anomaly.â
Youâre sorting through paperwork with Lucifer when you accidentally slide your fingertip against the corner of a page. âOw,â you say instinctually, more out of reflex than genuine pain.Â
âAre you alright?â Lucifer asks, looking up from his papers for the first time since you started this task.
âOh, yeah,â you wave his concern off. âJust got a paper cut.â You squint down at your finger and grit your teeth in annoyance. Youâre so concentrated that you donât know Luciferâs pensive silence or furrowed brows.Â
âAâŚ.. paper cut,â he restates, a mix of bemusement and concern in his voice.Â
âYou donât get those?â you ask.Â
âYou got hurt by a piece of paper,â Lucifer says incredulously. Suddenly heâs getting to his feet and striding over to you, taking your hand in his and investigating your fingertip. âHm. You werenât joking. How strange.â
He continues to study your skin with a frightening intensity. Your hand is almost shaking in his grip, as you attempt to fight off your restlessness at his proximity. Eventually Lucifer sighs and lets his grip fall away. âDoes it hurt?â
âYeah,â you admit. âPaper cuts are just a minor inconvenience⌠But for whatever reason, they can really hurt sometimes. Feels like your skin is splitting apart.â They really shouldnât hurt, but they do. One time, you had one that spanned your entire fingertip. This one doesnât look nearly as bad, fortunately. But it still burns.Â
âYouâre rather breakable,â the Avatar of Pride notes.Â
âItâs just a paper cut,â you feel the need to say defensively.
âOf course,â Lucifer responds, an indulgent and amused smile on his face. Thereâs a knowing smirk on his face and you roll your eyes, abandoning the argument.Â
Solomon and you often get stuck accompanying one another to the human realm whenever you need anything. The demon realm is great, but it doesnât have everything humans need. Besides, sometimes itâs nice to breathe in some fresh air or be among other humans.Â
Todayâs visit has a purpose, though. After a rather unfortunate incident involving Mammon, you, and a chandelier, you find yourself with broken glasses. (Thanks, Mammon.) Itâs been roughly a year since youâve had an eye exam, so itâs about time for another appointment anyways. Unfortunately, the Devildom doesnât have eye doctors (and you still remember the perplexed look on Leviâs face when you casually asked him one day). Thatâs how you find yourself in your ophthalmologistâs office in the human realm. Solomon dropped you off with the promise that heâd return the moment you texted, leaving you to slowly waste away in the waiting room.Â
Fortunately, your name is finally called and youâre able to undergo all of the various examinations. You emerge an hour later with dilated pupils, an updated prescription, and reassurance from the doctor that nothing is amiss. You manage to text Solomonâthrough slightly blurred visionâand he arrives within five minutes.Â
You can only hope to slip into the manor unnoticed. But from the very moment you slip through the front doors, Mammon is bounding up to you like an overexcited puppy. He seems moments away from looping an arm around you and dragging you off into some misguided adventure when he locks eyes with you and freezes.Â
âWhoa, what the hellâ?â Mammon exclaims, staring at you intently. âOi, human, donât tell me ya got possessedâ!â His hands clamp on your shoulders and he starts shaking you roughly.Â
âMammon, stop it,â you object, grabbing onto his shoulders and attempting to prevent him from shaking you any harder. He calms down a little, but he still looks confused. âIâm not possessed. I just had an appointment with an eye doctor.â
âWell, howâd they screw up so bad then, huh?â he spits. In another situation, his concern would be touching; but now, itâs mostly just amusing. âYa look like a shark!â
âItâs just one of the tests,â you explain. âThey had to dilate my pupils.âÂ
âHumans are crazy,â Mammon asserts. Heâs studying you from far too closeâoccasionally changing his angle as if it will somehow give him new insight. âYou look so freaky.â
âThanks, Mammon,â you sigh.Â
âDoes it hurt?â he asks. âI bet it does; yer such a baby.â The insult seems to be a cover-up for his concern.Â
âIt doesnât really hurt,â you reassure him. âIt just feels a little strange. The drops really just affect your vision. I canât focus on things in front of me, and it sort of looks like Iâm seeing double.â
âWell, thereâs nothing for it but resting your eyes,â Mammon sighs theatrically, looping an arm around your shoulders. âLetâs watch the next episode of Destroyman.â
âHow is that supposed to help my eyes?â you ask skeptically.Â
âHey, Iâve been waiting for ya all day!â Mammon exclaims. âWeâre watching the next episode, even if it looks all blurry to you.â The demon is soon yanking you along before you can object.Â
âThereâs the culprit,â Belphegor remarks, looking up at you as you enter the dining room for breakfast. The brothers are staring at you intently.Â
âGood morning to you too,â you huff, shoving your hands in the pockets of your uniform and taking the empty seat at the table. Itâs a bit unusual to see all seven brothers at the table like this, especially so early in the morning. âWhatâd I do?â you blink cluelessly.Â
âYou donât remember?â Beel pipes up, blinking at you curiously. He seems to be mid-bite, with some food hanging out of his mouth. Lucifer chides him for table manners and Beel huffs, promptly demolishing the rest of his food.Â
âYou were roaming the halls in the middle of the night like a ghost!â Mammon explains before anyone else can. He sounds particularly energetic this morning. âIt was freaky.â
Roaming the halls at night? You donât remember doing that, which can only mean one thing. âOh, I was probably just sleepwalking,â you realize aloud.Â
âWonders truly never cease,â Lucifer says dryly. âJust how many eccentricities do humans possess?â he muses.Â
You sigh, remembering all of the strange interactions youâve had over the past few weeks. âIâm not choosing to do any of this, you know,â you frown. âI canât control it.â Itâs not like you wanted to get a paper cut, or a bruise, or goosebumps. These are just facts of life.Â
âWe know, dear,â Asmo reassures you.Â
âItâs okay,â Levi says, barely sparing you a glance as he stares down at his plate. âNone of these human behaviors are super annoying.â Thatâs very meaningful coming from Levi of all demons.Â
âTheyâre just weird,â Satan supplies helpfully. You roll your eyes at him.Â
âIt seems my brothers were just⌠worried,â Lucifer explains.Â
âHey, you were worried too!â Mammon objects. âYou were the one toââ Whatever the Avatar of Greed means to say next promptly fades into obscurity, as Lucifer sends his younger brother a murderous glare to silence him.Â
âOkay,â you eventually remark, uncomfortable with the sudden tension settling in the room. âWell, sorry to disturb you guys, I guess. Sleepwalking is normal for humans, though.âÂ
âIâm starting to think nothing about humans is normal,â Satan mutters under his breath. Lucifer nods in agreement. You just roll your eyes and pretend not to hear the remark, serving yourself some food and beginning to eat breakfast. Despite the fanfare, itâs nice to know the brothers care about youâeven if they donât show it in very orthodox ways.Â
âOh,â a familiar voice says one afternoon. You blink blearily, your dizzy vision momentarily clarifying to reveal Diavolo standing over you. Youâre crumpled on the floor, your cheek pressed to the cold hardwood as sweat rolls down the nape of your neck. âI must say, when I heard of your absence, I assumed you ditched classes for the day.â
Itâs difficult for you to process what heâs saying; his voice sounds warped. The headmaster just hums. âAre you⌠all right?â he asks. You can barely manage a weak nod. Diavolo sighs. âForgive me for the foolish question. Youâre clearly not all right. Here, letâs get you upâŚâÂ
You hardly have the chance to object before the demon is lifting you into his arms as if you weigh nothing at all. He sets you on your bed with deceptive gentleness, before staring at you and frowning.Â
âI donât suppose you know whatâs happening to you,â Diavolo says.Â
âI think Iâm sick,â you manage to respond. Your voice sounds a little raspy and your airways feel a bit tight. You clear your throat, wincing at the dryness the gesture provokes. You must have a fever, because your body temperature keeps oscillating between frigid cold and searing warmth. Before you can think better of it, you blink dazedly and reach out to grab Diavoloâs hand. âTell me if I feel warm.â
Heâs clearly a bit confused, but he allows you to guide his hand to your temple.Â
âYouâre hot,â he observes after a moment.
âThanks,â you huff deliriously. Â
âYour temperature,â he clarifies with a knowing smile, shaking his head. âWhat does this mean?â Diavolo frowns.Â
âI have a fever,â you answer. âWhen a humanâs body temperature is too high, it causes sickness.â
âWhat can be done about it?â he continues.Â
âDepends,â you reply. âSometimes it breaks on its own; sometimes you need antibiotics.âÂ
âAntibiotics,â Diavolo repeats, the concept clearly foreign to him. âI canât say Iâm familiar. But itâs clear that you should rest. Iâll watch over you.â Whatever else he says is lost on you, as you close your eyes and surrender to the persistent fatigue burning your eyelids.Â
You wake several hours later to a room devoid of Diavolo. Youâre not exactly surprised that he had to leaveâheâs the ruler of the Devildom, after all. He surely has far more important things to do than look after you. You blink away traces of sleep as you look around the room, your vision clarifying to reveal Solomon sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room. You blink at him silently.Â
âOh, youâre awake,â Solomon says. âHow are you feeling?â
ââŚFine,â you admit, touching your temple experimentally. Your headache has subsided a little, but your skin still feels a bit warm. At your movement, Solomon pushes himself to his feet and feels your forehead.Â
âYour temperatureâs coming down, finally,â he hums.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â you finally manage to ask.Â
âDiavolo summoned me,â Solomon explains. âSupposedly, he attempted to enlist the help of the brothers, but they proved to be rather useless. They are⌠woefully uninformed when it comes to humans, after all.â
Thatâs true. âThanks,â you remember to say. He didnât have to come, after all. Just because heâs the only other human, doesnât mean heâs relegated to nursing you back to health.Â
âNo problem,â Solomon nods sincerely. He doesnât seem too bothered by the whole arrangement. âItâs nice not to be the only human. Although, I expect around the clock service and care the next time I fall ill.â
You smile tiredly. âOf course,â you agree. Itâs a frighteningly easy promise to make.Â
After your sickness, you notice that the brothers begin to ease up on you a bit. Mammonâs no longer texting you in the middle of the night, demanding that you entertain him; Lucifer doesnât mind if you occasionally take a day to complete your work remotely at the mansion; Asmoâs physical affection is gentler than normal; Levi doesnât tease you about being a normie as much; Beelzebub doesnât ever touch your plate or food; hell, even Belphegor is behaving himselfâno longer interfering with your naps or sleep.Â
One afternoon, Lucifer approaches you in the living room. He greets you before settling on the couch next to you, his posture rigid and proper. âYou may have noticed that my brothersâŚâ Lucifer starts, before pausing and shaking his head, â...that we have been acting a bit different than normal.â You nod.Â
âIn the past few weeksâespecially in light of your bout of sicknessâwe realized that weâve been neglecting you and your health. A demonâs stamina is much stronger than a humanâsâwe need less sleep; food is more of a luxury than a necessity; our bodies are more resistant to injury⌠You understand.â
âWhat I mean to say isâŚâ Lucifer trails off again, an uncharacteristic sign of hesitation from him. He takes a slow breath. âI apologize for the oversight.â
âItâs okay,â you reassure him.Â
âIt is not,â Lucifer states firmly. âWe have neglected to consider just how difficult this transition must be for you. WeâIâdidnât think to ensure your health and safety were priorities.â
âBut no more. Iâve spoken to Diavolo and Solomon at length, in addition to doing some elective research, to ensure we are not so unprepared in the future. And, should your accommodations be unsuitableâshould anything here be unsuitableâI want you to inform me at once.â
That⌠sounds a lot more serious than what you were expecting. You blink. âThatâsâ Thatâs really not necessary,â you try to say.Â
âIt wasnât a request,â Lucifer interjects smoothly. Itâs a firm but well-meaning statement. âDo you understand?â
You swallow. âYes.â
âGood.â Thereâs a hint of a smile on his lips now. âTruthfully, my brothers were very worried for you.â Lucifer pauses for a moment. âI was very worried for you,â he admits.
Youâre sure you look surprised now. Lucifer only laughs, before getting to his feet and placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You can almost convince yourself that the look in his eyes is unbearably fond. But heâs soon withdrawing, leaving you to wonder if you imagined the entire interaction.
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I have a headcanons scenario the brothers and the side characters pinching MC's cheeks to see their reaction when they're staring off into space, asleep, or just studying and MC doesn't notice them.
ââ ââ â OBEY ME - CHEEK PINCHING
ââ ââ â AUTHORS NOTE - Went through A LOT of voice lines from the game to try and make these guys as in-character as possible. Realized I know nothing about Mephistopheles or Raphael, so I didn't write about them.
ââ ââ â LUCIFER
Lucifer notices immediately when you get distracted.
He pretends he doesnât, of course. He keeps his arms crossed, keeps that perfect posture, but heâs watching you like a hawk the second your attention drifts.
Youâll be sitting in his office, supposedly helping with paperwork or discussing something important, and then⌠your focus just floats away? Hello?
Maybe itâs a shiny object, maybe itâs a silly thought, maybe itâs nothing at all.
Your eyes glaze a little, your head tilts, and youâre gone.
Lucifer takes one look at you and just⌠melts internally. :/
He will NEVER admit that.
But the fondness hits him so hard he has to look away for a second.
He calls your name once. Doesnât work.
Calls it again, slightly sharper. Still nothing.
At this point, heâs smiling, not visibly, no, but the corners of his mouth are absolutely betraying him.
So he walks over, tilts his head a bit, and leans down.
Then he just pinches your cheek.
âThere you are,â he says, sounding far too satisfied for someone who just manhandled your face.
You react, flustered or startled or pouty, and that only makes it worse.
He pinches again, softer this time, because apparently he has discovered his new favourite toy. Your easily distracted expression.
You ask why he did that, and he raises an eyebrow like it should be obvious.
âYou werenât listening.â
He means, 'You were adorable, and I needed you to look at me right now.'
ââ ââ â MAMMON
Mammon notices when you get distracted faster than he notices sale signs.
Which is saying something.
Youâll be talking to him. Or, well, heâll be talking and bragging, and then suddenly your focus just⌠drifts.
Your eyes go off somewhere, you stop responding, and your brain has clearly unplugged itself from the room.
Mammon freezes. Not because heâs offended.
It's because your âI have no thoughts in my head right nowâ face is the cutest thing heâs ever seen, and he has to physically hold onto something to keep from combusting.
He tries calling your name.
His voice gets progressively louder and more desperate. âYo! Human!! Helloooo?! Are ya even listeninâ?! Hey!! Earth to... câmon!!â
You donât snap out of it, and Mammon is suffering.
So, naturally, he panics and goes for the most Mammon solution possible. He walks right up to you and pinches your cheek.
Not gentle. Not delicate. A full âIâm tryna reboot your brain like a malfunctioning vending machineâ pinch.
You jolt back to reality like someone unplugged and replugged you.
Mammon immediately goes bright red. âW-WHAT?! Ya werenât listeninâ! I had to get ya back somehow!! Donât give me that look!!â (â¸â¸â˘Ěâ¸â¸â˘Ěâ¸â¸)
Meanwhile heâs staring at you with the dorkiest smile heâs desperately trying to hide, because your confused little face is killing him.
ââ ââ â LEVIATHAN
Levi tries so hard to pretend he doesnât care that youâre not paying attention to him. Spoiler: he cares. A lot.
Inside? He is wilting like a neglected houseplant. (â˘Ě á´ â˘Ě)
Youâre NOT looking at him, and he is fighting for his life.
Eventually, he scoots closer. Like⌠a pixel at a time.
He leans over your shoulder to see what has you so focused, and then it hits him: you look cute.
Like dangerously cute, Concentration-face cute.
He goes red IMMEDIATELY.
His brain: Error. Buff overflow. Abort. His body apparently decides to act on its own, though.
And he justâ PINCHES YOUR CHEEK?!
Gently. Tentatively. Like heâs afraid youâll crash if he clicks the wrong spot.
The SECOND he realizes what he just did, he jerks his hand back like you burned him.
âIâI wasnât trying to get your attention or anything!! I justâ I meanâ Youâ AUGHââ (â¸â¸ŕš ďš ŕšâ¸â¸â¸)
But now youâre looking at him. Mission accidentally successful.
Levi is internally punching the air because YES, he has your attention, but also NO because he cannot survive this level of eye contact.
Will spend the next 24 hours ranting to himself in his bathtub about how he âtotally didnât do that because you were cuteâ while replaying the moment.
ââ ââ â SATAN
Satan notices you getting distracted before you even realize itâs happening.
One second youâre talking to him, and the next youâre staring off at⌠a speck of dust?
Doesnât matter, he thinks itâs adorable.
He watches you for a moment, trying to pretend heâs not completely endeared.
Like, heâll even put a hand under his chin and act like heâs contemplating deep philosophy, but really heâs just thinking, âWhy are they so cute when theyâre spaced out?â (âರ_â˘Ě)
At first, he tries calling your name. Calmly. Softly. Very gentlemanly.
And thatâs when he decides to escalate.
He leans forward with the smooth confidence of someone who thinks heâs immune to embarrassment (he isnât).
Then he reaches out and pinches your cheek.
Not hard â just enough to get your attention.
The moment you snap out of it and look at him, he gives you this tiny, smug smile like heâs so proud of himself for 'bringing you back to reality.'â'
âYou drifted off,â he says, like he didnât just reach over and grab your face like youâre a cat he wants to squish.
He claims he only did it because you werenât listening.
Lies.
ââ ââ â ASMODEUS
You're hanging out in his room again â lucky you!
Asmoâs sitting beside you on his bed, filing his nails and telling you all about a disastrous outfit someone wore earlier.
Heâs very passionate about it, clearly.
But at some point, you stop responding.
You're staring off at⌠something. Absolutely entranced, and Asmo just blinks at you like ââŚhello?â
He leans in a little, âDarling?â
No reaction.
Then he makes the most offended-yet-delighted face, like >:O but sparkly.
And without warning, he reaches over and pinches your cheek gently.
âThere you are! Oh my goodness, what has you so focused that you forget about me?â
You blink at him, startled and cute, and he actually gasps â dramatically of course â âAww! That face! Do it again~!â
He scoots closer until heâs basically draped across your lap, batting his lashes. âI swear, when you zone out like that, itâs adorable enough to be illegal.â
And yes, he absolutely plays with your cheek again just because he can.
Later, heâll flop onto his bed alone, kick his feet, and mumble to himself, âTheir cheeks are so soft⌠Iâm doing that again next time.â
ââ ââ â BEELZEBUB
Youâre sitting with Beel in the living room, the two of you sharing snacks⌠well, youâre sharing snacks. Beelâs inhaling them like oxygen.
Heâs talking about this new protein bar he found that âtastes kind of like mango but also like regret,â and youâre nodding along until.
Oh? There you go again.
Totally zoned out. Staring at absolutely nothing. Your snack halfway to your mouth like you froze mid-animation.
Beel notices immediately.
At first, he just tilts his head, all soft and confused, like a big, gentle puppy. ââŚAre you okay?â
No answer.
He leans in closer, brows furrowed with concern. Still nothing.
So he gently reaches out with those giant warm hands of his and pinches your cheek, so light itâs barely even a pinch.
âHey,â he says with the softest little smile, âYou spaced out.â
You blink up at him all dazed and cute, and his expression melts.
You can practically see the way his heart does a little flip.
âThat lookâŚâ He looks away shyly and smiles to himself. âUm⌠itâs cute.â
He keeps his hand hovering near your cheek like heâs tempted to do it again, but heâs Beel, so heâs polite about it.
He only gives in when you lean into his hand, heâs like ( Ëśo˜˜oËś) !! but also ( ,,â ĚŤ â,, )
He offers you the last piece of his snack as a peace offering. (He never gives the last piece. Thatâs true love.)
Later, he goes to grab another bag of chips and quietly mutters to himself, âI hope they get distracted again⌠I liked touching their cheek.â
ââ ââ â BELPHEGOR
Youâre in the attic with Belphie... where else would you be?
Heâs half-asleep on your shoulder, mumbling something about how the stars look fake tonight and how he âcould totally sueâ if they keep twinkling that loudly.
Youâre listening⌠until youâre not.
At some point, you drift off into your own little world. It's too cozy not to.
Your eyes get all soft and unfocused, and youâre completely gone.
Belphie opens one eye, peeks at you, and instantly recognizes the look.
He stares for a moment, absolutely fascinated.
Youâre quiet. Still. Peaceful. He loves it.
He sighs, dramatic but sleepy, shifts himself closer, and reaches up with one lazy hand to pinch your cheek.
Itâs not even a proper pinch, more like a soft, sleepy squish.
âHeyâŚâ he mutters, voice low and satisfied, âdonât go drifting off without me.â
You blink awake, startled and cute, and Belphie just smirks like heâs been waiting for that exact expression.
âThere you are,â he murmurs, snuggling back against you like you didnât just get sneak-attacked by a cheek pinch. âYou make the cutest face when you zone out⌠Itâs distracting.â
He says it so casually, like itâs just a fact of nature and not something thatâs been making him kick his feet internally.
And when you swat at him?
He grabs your hand, pulls it to his chest, and goes right back to napping on you with the smuggest little smile.
ââ ââ â DIAVOLO
Youâre visiting the castle, which is already a big deal because Diavolo acts like you hung the moon.
Heâs giving you a tour, talking excitedly about some upcoming festival and how he wants you to be there.
And then he realizes⌠Youâre not responding.
Youâre standing there in the hallway, staring at a stained-glass window like it just told you a life-changing secret.
Diavolo pauses mid-sentence. Smiles.
Sets his hands on his hips like a dad about to lovingly scold a toddler.
âHelloâŚ?â
Nothing.
He steps closer, peeks down at your face with this amused, soft expression like heâs watching a baby animal do something precious.
And then, with the gentlest touch for a man who could crush boulders, he pinches your cheek.
Not hard. Just a light little squeeze to bring you back to the mortal realm.
âThere you are!â he laughs, bright and warm. âYou drifted off for a moment.â
You blink up at him all surprised and cute and Diavoloâs whole face just softens like heâs experiencing love for the first time.
âThat lookâŚâ he murmurs, cheeks warming just a little, âI should find ways to see it more often.â
ââ ââ â BARBATOS
Youâre in the castle kitchen with Barbatos, which is already a privilege because he rarely lets anyone near his workspace.
Heâs slicing fruit with flawless precision, telling you about a tea blend heâs perfecting.
Youâre nodding along, taking in the scent, the warmth, the quietâŚ
And then your brain just ⨠leaves the building â¨
You stare off at⌠a teacup. Or maybe a blueberry. Whatever it is, it has absolutely consumed your entire focus.
Barbatos pauses mid-cut, glances over, and gives you this tiny, fond smile.
âDarlingâŚ?â he calls gently.
No response.
He sets down the knife, carefully, of course, and steps closer.
He tries again. Still nothing.
And then, without a hint of hesitation, he reaches out and pinches your cheek.
So soft. So quick. So precise. Like heâs done it a thousand times in his mind.
âThere you are,â he murmurs with a quiet chuckle, eyes crinkling just a bit. âYou seemed⌠rather absorbed.â (Ëľ ÂŹá´ÂŹËľ)
You blink up at him, startled and cute, and Barbatos looks away for a moment like he needs to reset his entire emotional system.
Then he brushes his thumb over the spot he pinched, barely there, and adds, âIt is⌠charming, seeing you like that.â
ââ ââ â SIMEON
Youâre sitting with Simeon in Purgatory Hall.
Heâs writing in his notebook, telling you about a story idea he had while cooking breakfast this morning.
Youâre listening⌠at first.
And then your attention drifts off to something completely random.
A dust particle floating by? A pretty patch of sunlight? Who knows? Youâre just gone. :/
Simeon notices immediately, of course, he does.
He looks up from his notebook, his smile soft and impossibly gentle.
âHoneyâŚ?â he says, voice warm and lilting.
No response.
He tries again, leaning in a little. Still nothing.
So he lets out a tiny, affectionate laugh and reaches out to pinch your cheek, the gentlest pinch in the entire celestial realm.
âThere you are,â he says, his smile melting into something fond enough to make any angel jealous. âYou looked so peaceful⌠I almost didnât want to interrupt.â ( á´ÍËŹá´Í)ŕ´
You blink at him, all wide-eyed and cute, and he actually laughs softly, covering his mouth just a bit because he canât handle how adorable you look.
âYou make the sweetest expression when youâre lost in thought,â he adds, brushing his thumb lightly over your cheek.
Yes. Heâs that soft.
ââ ââ â SOLOMON
Youâre in Solomonâs room, which is always a gamble, because thereâs a 50/50 chance something in there is sentient.
Heâs mixing something in a cauldron (against all common sense), explaining how itâs âdefinitely safe this time.â
Youâre listening⌠kind of. Until youâre not.
Your eyes drift over to a shiny crystal on his desk. Or maybe youâre just zoning out because the smell of his potion is⌠suspicious.
Either way, youâve left your physical form.
Solomon notices immediately, the man has the observational skills of someone whoâs survived his own cooking.
He grins. Oh, he lives for this.
âOh, sweetheart?â he calls sweetly. Like theatrically.
No response.
He steps closer, amused out of his mind. Still nothing.
So, with absolutely zero hesitation, he reaches out and pinches your cheek.
Not roughly, just enough to snap you back to reality.
âThere you are,â he chuckles, eyes sparkling like he just discovered a new spell. âYou spaced out. Adorably, I might add.â (˾ á´ÂŹËľ)
You blink at him, startled and cute, and Solomon actually tilts his head like heâs cataloging your expression for future mischief.
He brushes his thumb over your cheek. Soft, playful. And adds,
âI should distract you more often if it means I get to see that look again.â
You know he means it, too.
Heâs already plotting 12 different magical excuses to make you zone out.
